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tigriswolfFandom: "Supernatural"
Disclaimer: the beautifully broken folk? I didn't think 'em up. But they sure are fun to break even more. The title comes from a very sadistic and disturbing nursery rhyme.
Warnings: AU for pilot
Pairings: technically, none
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 370
Point of view: third
Sometimes, he can ignore the voices. Replace them with memories. If he pretends long enough... ah, but who is he kidding?
He knows. They know. And he can't ever unknow. Denial is easy but not strong enough to truly protect him.
Sometimes, even as he ignores them, the stench of fire fills the air around him and he inhales it with a grimace.
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"You did your best," they say as one. "And we commend you for that."
He closes his eyes and turns away, rolls over and wraps his arms about himself. He doesn't acknowledge them and he doesn't react. When a hand trails along his bare back, he doesn't flinch.
"Such a brave boy," they murmur. "We cannot wait until you are ours."
Even in his mind, he doesn't think a response. He can't handle the disappointment of being wrong anymore.
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How long it's been, he doesn't know. Doesn't wonder.
Long enough.
He bets he lost his mind somewhere along the way. Only him and them and fire and fear--only helplessness and impotent fury.
All the anger in the world cannot help him. Not while he's alone. He can't block out their voices for more than a heartbeat, and he can't hear his brother's voice at all.
His memories are fading.
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"It is useless," they say. "You are weakening, day by day. If you become ours, you will never again be weak."
He hasn't spoken in so long, he doubts he even has a voice anymore.
He hasn't spoken since that November night. Fire roars in his memory and Jessica screams his name. Dean shudders and falls, eyes wide with disbelief.
He can't be sure he wasn't responsible. He can't be sure it wasn't his fault. He just can't remember... and that hurts most of all.
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"You are ours, lovely boy," they whisper. A hand caresses his face and he tightly closes his eyes. "Can you not feel the fire in your blood?"
Dean, he thinks with a sob, why haven't you saved me?
He hears their laughter, deep and long. "He will never come for you, child." Lips press against his skin. "You saw to that in November."
And he just can't be sure.
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Date: 2006-12-30 04:53 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-30 04:54 am (UTC)*waits for results*
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Date: 2006-12-30 04:56 am (UTC)count as happy gen?
I got up through June on my count, and now I want to go continue typing the non-death fic you won't read.
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Date: 2006-12-30 05:10 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-12-30 04:57 am (UTC)*giggles*
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Date: 2006-12-30 05:07 am (UTC)Depends on the design, maybe?
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Date: 2006-12-30 05:09 am (UTC)Through the end of July, I've killed them off the same amount of times.
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Date: 2006-12-30 05:12 am (UTC)